I am swamped by all of this wet snow
Making mangroves in a climate where neuron soils grow
Planted underground far beyond all boundaries,
Where light dismantles itself.
In this bog of twisted roots, like a web of mycelium
We sense that there’s no separation between the perceived and the Self.
“In this place is where you know, who in fact you are- and believe it or not
(she added) Tat tvam asi- Thou Art That, and so am I; that is me.” Tat tvam asi.
These trees that hold those birds can’t really be so far away,
when storms summon murder perched to contemplate.
But scheming not these charcoal flocks merely talk about the weather.
Igniting the sky they take flight, creating textures in the parchment.
A flap of wings, a small splendid thing; terrific in its oscillation.
Colorless matter, confounded light.
Destined to dissolve yet sparking throughout the night.
Forever speaking in shattered tongues
Spinning sound bytes into speech.
Tat tvam asi- Namu Amida Butsu
Txet Noc Repus, Poesis, Memeplex.
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